Location: Midoriya Residence – Dining Room
Date: Tuesday | 07:15 AM
BEEP.
The morning news played loudly on the small television in the corner of the kitchen.
["In a massive upset yesterday,"] the news anchor announced, looking completely stunned. ["U.A. High School and Shiketsu High saw their passing numbers drop to record lows during the Provisional Hero License Exam. The real story? Ketsubutsu Academy secured a flawless, one hundred percent pass rate across all national venues!"]
Izuku Midoriya sat at the dining table. He was twelve years old, wearing his black middle school uniform.
His breakfast was sitting right in front of him, totally ignored. His eyes were glued to the TV screen.
SCRATCH. SCRATCH.
His pencil moved a mile a minute. He was furiously writing in his burned hero notebook, pausing the TV recording with the remote in his other hand.
"They didn't fight," Izuku muttered under his breath, chewing on his bottom lip. "They actually just completely ignored the villains unless they had to hold the line. They split into three groups. Vanguard, Logistics, Medical. That saves so much stamina. If a fire-type only covers the front, and a telekinetic only clears the back, they don't even need to talk. They just do their specific jobs..."
MEOW.
A small black cat jumped up onto the dining table and walked right over to Izuku's notebook.
This was Kuro.
"What do you think, Kuro?" Izuku asked seriously. "It's a crazy strategy, right? High schoolers usually want to show off and be the hero who saves the day. But Ketsubutsu just acted like a factory assembly line."
Kuro sat down. The black cat looked at the TV screen, then looked down at Izuku's notes. He raised his front paw and gently tapped right on the word 'Logistics' that Izuku had written down. Kuro looked up at Izuku and gave a slow, very human nod.
"Right?" Izuku smiled, totally understanding his partner. "The logistics squad is the real core of the team. The fighters just buy them time."
"Izuku!"
Inko Midoriya walked into the dining room, holding a spatula. She let out a heavy sigh, walking over and gently pushing the notebook away from him.
"You can analyze the news after school," Inko scolded him gently. "Your rice is getting cold. Eat your breakfast before you miss the train. And Kuro, off the table."
Kuro hopped off the table immediately, landing silently on his paws.
"Sorry, Mom," Izuku said, grabbing his chopsticks. "It's just really big news. U.A. never loses like this."
_-_-_-_-_
Location: Bakugo Residence – Kitchen
Date: Tuesday | 07:15 AM
BAM.
Katsuki Bakugo slammed his fist right onto the kitchen island. The plates rattled loudly.
"Are you kidding me?!" Katsuki yelled.
He glared at the small TV sitting on the kitchen counter. It was playing the exact same news report, showing a short video clip of the Ketsubutsu students casually walking to their buses after the exam.
"A bunch of random extras?!" Katsuki growled, his hands sparking with small, angry pops of sweat. "U.A. let themselves get beat by a bunch of nobodies hiding in the back?! What the hell is wrong with them!"
SMACK.
A tightly rolled-up newspaper hit Katsuki right on the back of his spiky blonde head.
"Stop yelling at the television!" Mitsuki Bakugo shouted, standing right behind him with her hands on her hips. "And stop sparking in my kitchen! I just cleaned those counters!"
"Shut up, old hag!" Katsuki yelled back, holding the back of his head. "Did you see this crap?! If you go to U.A., you're supposed to be the absolute best! You don't lose to cowards who use stupid three-man squads!"
"I don't care about the news, I care about you eating your damn eggs!" Mitsuki yelled, pointing at his plate. "Sit down and eat!"
Katsuki grabbed his fork aggressively and stabbed his eggs.
"When I get to U.A., I'm going to blow all of them away," Katsuki grumbled angrily with his mouth full. "I won't need a stupid squad to pass my exams. I'll just crush everyone by myself."
"Eat faster or you'll be late for school!" Mitsuki snapped, smacking the counter with the newspaper again.
_-_-_-_-_
Location: Streets of Musutafu
Date: Tuesday | 07:30 AM
Mirio Togata and Tamaki Amajiki walked down the sidewalk together. They were in their third and final year of middle school. They both wore their school uniforms and carried their heavy backpacks.
Tamaki wasn't looking up. He was staring down at his phone screen. He looked incredibly pale and nervous.
"Mirio," Tamaki said quietly, his voice shaking a little.
"Yeah? What's up?" Mirio smiled, walking with his hands behind his head.
"The U.A. second-years..." Tamaki muttered, reading the article on his phone. "They didn't get their licenses. They failed. Now they have to take remedial classes just to catch up."
Tamaki stopped walking. He rubbed the back of his neck, looking sick to his stomach.
"Mirio, if the actual U.A. kids are failing their exams... how are we supposed to pass the entrance exam next year?" Tamaki asked. "Maybe we aren't cut out for it. Maybe it's too hard. We should probably aim for a lower school. Somewhere safer."
Mirio stopped and turned around. He walked right back to Tamaki.
BUMP.
Mirio slapped his hand onto Tamaki's shoulder. It wasn't a soft pat. It was heavy and grounding.
"No way," Mirio said firmly. His blue eyes were completely clear and confident. "Listen to me, Tamaki. Remedial classes don't mean they are bad heroes. It just means the test threw a curveball at them."
Tamaki looked up from his phone.
"U.A. still has the best teachers," Mirio smiled brightly. "They have the best gyms. They have the best funding in the whole country. One weird exam doesn't change that at all. We are going to U.A., and we are going to be great. I know it."
Tamaki looked at Mirio's huge smile. It was contagious. It always was. The heavy anxiety in Tamaki's chest started to fade just a little bit.
He slowly nodded, putting his phone in his pocket.
"Okay," Tamaki breathed out. "Okay. Let's keep going."
_-_-_-_-_
Location: Might Tower – Private Office
Date: Tuesday | 08:00 AM
"HAHAHAHA!"
A massive, booming laugh echoed through the huge office.
All Might sat on a giant custom-made sofa. Massive muscles bulged under his casual white t-shirt. He looked like a literal mountain.
He held a morning newspaper in his giant hands. The front page showed a huge picture of the Ketsubutsu students holding up their new provisional licenses.
"Incredible!" All Might cheered, his signature huge smile stretching across his face. "To completely drop the desire for individual glory and work as a single unit! That takes real maturity!"
He set the newspaper down on the coffee table.
"I always worry about the next generation carrying too much weight," All Might said happily. "But seeing these kids rely on each other instead of trying to be a lone pillar... it really warms the heart. The future is in good hands."
CHOMP.
Gran Torino sat on a small chair near the window. He took a huge bite out of a sweet taiyaki pastry.
"You're only looking at the surface, Toshinori," Gran Torino grunted, chewing loudly.
All Might blinked, looking over at his old teacher. "What do you mean?"
"I mean, it's not just the power of friendship," Gran Torino said sharply. He pointed a sticky finger at the newspaper. "Did you read the breakdown of how they moved? Vanguard, Logistics, Medical. It was completely flawless. No wasted movements, no overlapping quirks."
Gran Torino swallowed his food and wiped his mouth.
"High school kids have egos," Gran Torino told him bluntly. "Especially kids with strong quirks. They naturally want to show off. They want to throw big punches and get famous. To get one hundred and twenty teenagers to completely drop their pride and act like a veteran pro agency... that takes a lot more than just a pep talk."
All Might frowned slightly, looking back at the paper. "You think someone else is behind it?"
"I know someone is," Gran Torino said, his eyes sharp. "Someone got behind the scenes at that school and taught them absolute discipline. Whoever wrote that playbook isn't just a regular teacher. They're a tactical genius. They perfectly matched every single student's quirk so nobody got in each other's way."
All Might looked back down at the picture of the Ketsubutsu students. Now that Torino pointed it out, he noticed it too.
The kids weren't cheering wildly and fighting for the center of the photo. They were grouped up perfectly in their three-man squads, looking calm and totally professional.
"A tactical genius..." All Might murmured. "It shouldn't be Arisaka-shonen right?"
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure it was the work of this kid. After all even Nezu wanted him to contract with you"
"Contract, huh?" All Might replied softly, as he still couldn't decide whether to reveal his quirk to another person.
_-_-_-_-_-_
Location: Shiketsu High School – Faculty Room
Date: Tuesday | 09:00 AM
CLICK.
The projector screen paused on a wide shot of the Takoba Arena. It showed a Ketsubutsu trio silently taking down a villain actor and tying him up.
Several strict-looking teachers sat around a long mahogany table. Shiketsu was the top school in West Japan. They prided themselves on rules and order.
"Look at their posture," the head instructor said, pointing a laser pointer at the screen. "No showing off. No unnecessary shouting. Just pure discipline."
"We already run a tight ship here," a younger teacher noted, adjusting his Shiketsu hat. "Our students respect authority. If a loudmouth school like Ketsubutsu can pull this off, our kids can definitely do it better."
"Agreed," the head instructor nodded firmly. "Starting tomorrow, we rewrite our practical exams. We are breaking our classes into three-man cells. Vanguard, Logistics, Medical."
_-_-_-_-_
Location: Seiai Academy – Principal's Office
Date: Tuesday | 09:15 AM
"It completely changes the rescue dynamic," the Principal of the all-girls Seiai Academy smiled.
She poured a cup of tea for her vice principal.
"A heavy focus on logistics and medical support," she continued. "It fits our girls perfectly. We will adopt this squad formation for the upcoming semester."
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Location: Seijin High School – Training Dojo
Date: Tuesday | 09:30 AM
BAM.
A teacher slammed his fist into his palm. He wore a dark ninja outfit, matching the theme of Seijin High.
"Hit and run," the teacher grunted to his staff. "The Vanguard squad attacks, steals the points, and vanishes before the enemy can react. It is exactly how a shinobi should fight. We are stealing this playbook."
_-_-_-_-_
Location: Isami Academy – Staff Breakroom
Date: Tuesday | 09:45 AM
SLURP.
A tired teacher drank from a cheap styrofoam cup of coffee.
The staff room was messy, filled with stacks of ungraded papers. Isami was just a normal, government-funded prefectural school.
They didn't have elite prodigies.
"So we just group them up?" another teacher asked, sitting on a folding chair.
"Yeah, pretty much," the tired teacher shrugged. "One fighter, one mover, one healer. You just tell them to stay close together and don't wander off. It's the easiest fix in the world. If we do this, maybe we won't completely fail the regional exams next year."
_-_-_-_-_
Location: U.A. High School – Principal's Office
Date: Tuesday | 10:00 AM
TAP.
TAP.
Principal Nezu clicked his computer mouse. He closed a tab on his monitor and looked up.
"The national teacher forums are going crazy," Nezu said, his tail swishing behind his chair. "From the top-tier places like Eishu High all the way down to the local private vocational schools. Every single one of them."
Aizawa stood by the large window, looking down at the empty U.A. training grounds. He had his hands shoved deep into his pockets.
"Let me guess," Aizawa grumbled. "They are all rewriting their syllabus to copy the Ketsubutsu three-man squads."
"Exactly!" Nezu smiled brightly. "They saw the one hundred percent pass rate and want a piece of it. It seems teamwork is the new national trend."
Aizawa just scoffed. He turned away from the window and walked over to the leather couch. He dropped onto it with a heavy sigh.
"Let them try," Aizawa said bluntly. "It's going to blow up right in their faces."
Nezu raised an eyebrow. He grabbed his tea cup.
"Oh?" Nezu asked. "You don't think grouping students up is a good idea?"
"The squad format is fine," Aizawa replied. "But they are totally missing the point. They are looking at the surface level. Normal teachers think you can just grab three random kids, call them a squad, and tell them to behave."
"And that doesn't work?"
"Of course it doesn't," Aizawa said, rubbing his tired eyes. "You put a kid with a fire quirk and a kid with a wind quirk in the same squad just because they're friends, what happens? The wind feeds the fire. They accidentally burn their own team. High school kids have egos. The second a villain talks trash, the Vanguard kid will break formation to punch him, and the whole system falls apart."
Nezu took a slow sip of his tea. "Ah. I see."
"Arisaka Kaito didn't just tell them to hold hands and sing songs," Aizawa muttered. "I watched them on the monitors, Nezu. Kaito broke down the exact detailed plan of one hundred and twenty different teenagers."
Nezu put his cup down. He was listening closely now.
"He calculated their blast radiuses," Aizawa explained, his voice serious. "He checked their friction levels, their sound waves, and their blind spots. He matched those kids up so perfectly that their powers never collided. He completely removed the friction. No normal high school teacher grading papers in a breakroom has the brainpower or the time to do that."
"So Ketsubutsu had a perfect and unreplicable plan," Nezu said softly.
"Yeah," Aizawa grunted, leaning his head back against the couch. "And Kaito was the engine. If those other schools try to just copy the look of the squads without his brain backing it up, it's just kids playing dress-up."
_-_-_-_-_-_
Location: Fukuoka, Kyushu – Downtown District
Date: Thursday | 01:00 PM (Three Days Later)
VRMMM.
The sleek engine of Kaito's car purred quietly as he cruised down the sunlit streets of Fukuoka.
He preferred driving his own car anyway. It gave him time to think, and he didn't have to deal with crowded train stations.
Kaito wore a sharp, dark gray suit. The air here in Kyushu felt different than Tokyo. It was warmer. People walked a little slower.
He turned the steering wheel, pulling smoothly into the private parking lot of a massive, brand-new glass building right in the middle of the downtown district.
The Hero Public Safety Commission definitely paid for it.
The sign above the double doors read: HAWKS AGENCY.
Kaito parked his car, grabbed his slim leather briefcase, and walked inside.
The lobby was huge and modern, but it was basically empty.
There was no receptionist at the front desk. Cardboard moving boxes were stacked up against the wall.
Keigo had just gone independent two weeks ago. He was currently ranked around twenty-eight on the billboard charts, so he didn't have a massive team yet.
THWACK.
THWACK.
Kaito looked up.
Keigo Takami was leaning over the glass railing on the second-floor balcony.
He was lazily tossing a baseball against the wall and catching it. He wore his usual hero jacket and a big grin.
"Hey! Front door was unlocked!" Keigo yelled down. "Come on up. We're in the conference room!"
Kaito walked up the stairs.
Keigo was waiting for him at the glass door. Two young sidekicks were standing right behind him.
One was a guy wearing large, bulky headphones around his neck. The other was a girl with small antennas sticking out of her messy hair.
They both looked like they were going to panic.
"Oh my god," the girl whispered loudly. "It's actually him."
"I know," the guy whispered back, his eyes wide. "Did you see what he did for Mirko? Her merch sold out in like ten seconds."
Kaito stopped in front of them. He held out his hand.
"Kaito Arisaka," he said simply.
The guy quickly wiped his hand on his pants before shaking Kaito's hand. "I'm Bip! My quirk is Sonar Radar. I can map out buildings!"
The girl shook his hand next. "I'm Wave! I can intercept radio frequencies with my brain!"
"Nice to meet you both," Kaito said. He looked around the empty hallway. "What do you two actually do all day?"
Bip and Wave looked at each other.
"Uh," Bip rubbed the back of his neck. "We mostly just sit around and wait for the boss to catch bad guys."
"Right," Kaito nodded. He looked at Keigo. "Let's talk."
They walked into the conference room and sat down around a long wooden table. Keigo sat at the head. Kaito sat across from him. Bip and Wave sat nervously on the side.
Kaito placed his leather briefcase on the table.
CLICK.
He popped the latches, pulled out a manila folder, and dropped it on the table.
"How do you currently find crimes?" Kaito asked.
Keigo shrugged, kicking his boots up onto the edge of the table. "I fly around really fast. If I hear screaming or see smoke, I drop in and kick the guy."
"That's luck," Kaito said bluntly. "You are relying on being in the right place at the right time. If you want to break into the Top Ten, you can't rely on luck. You need a network."
Kaito opened the folder.
He pulled out a map of Fukuoka city. It had hundreds of tiny red dots drawn on all the major intersections.
"Your feathers sense vibrations," Kaito said. "Instead of flying around hoping to see a mugging, I want you to drop a single feather on every major street corner in this city."
Keigo frowned. He took his boots off the table.
"Wait, hold on," Keigo pushed back. "If I drop a hundred feathers out there, they are going to feel a thousand people walking. Won't my brain completely fry trying to feel all those footsteps at the exact same time?"
"Yes," Kaito agreed. "That's why Bip and Wave are here."
Kaito pointed at the two sidekicks.
"They aren't going to sit around anymore," Kaito explained. "They are going to sit in a control room. Wave monitors the police scanners. Bip monitors the feedback from your feathers. They filter out the normal walking noise. The second a feather picks up the heavy vibration of a car crash or a villain attack, they ping your earpiece. You get to the scene before the police even pick up the phone."
Keigo blinked. He looked at the map, then looked at his sidekicks.
"So I get to be lazy until I actually have to hit something?" Keigo grinned.
"Page two," Kaito said.
He flipped the paper. It was a graph showing the locations of the biggest hospitals and blood banks in Kyushu.
Keigo looked at the paper and frowned again.
"A blood bank?" Keigo asked, looking confused. "Arisaka, I'm a hero. I catch bad guys. Why do you want me running blood bags like an ambulance driver?"
"Because fighting gets you on the evening news," Kaito said flatly. "Rescue and social contribution points get you into the Top Ten."
Keigo crossed his arms. He clearly didn't like the idea of playing delivery boy.
"Actually, boss," Wave chimed in nervously. She raised her hand a little bit.
Keigo looked at her. "What?"
"He's right," Wave said. "If the hospital has a patient bleeding out, and you fly a rare blood type across the city in two minutes... the PR is insane. You save a life without throwing a single punch. The public will see you as a literal lifesaver, not just a guy who beats people up."
Keigo hated to admit it, but she made a really good point. He uncrossed his arms and sighed.
"Fine," Keigo muttered. "Ambulance duty it is. What else?"
"Your biggest weakness," Kaito said. He flipped to the third page. It was a blueprint for the third floor of the agency building.
"Yeah," Keigo agreed, getting serious. "If I use all my big feathers to hold up a falling bridge, I'm basically just a normal guy in a jacket for two days. I have to wait for them to grow back."
"You can't afford to take two days off," Kaito said. He tapped the blueprint. "I am converting your entire third floor into a Diet Lab. I hired strict nutritionists."
Keigo's eyes lit up. "Awesome. A whole floor for yakitori and fried chicken."
"No," Kaito shot it down immediately.
Keigo's smile vanished.
"You are going to drink high-yield keratin shakes," Kaito told him. "They taste like chalk. But they will force your body to regrow your feathers overnight. You eat the meals they give you, and you wake up with a full set of wings every single morning."
Keigo groaned loudly, throwing his head back and staring at the ceiling.
"Man, you are ruining my life," Keigo complained like a normal teenager. "I thought being my own boss meant I could eat whatever I wanted."
"I'm not here to be your friend," Kaito said smoothly, closing the folder. "I'm here to make you the fastest rising hero in the country. Are we clear?"
Keigo looked back down. He smirked.
"Crystal clear, Golden Manager."
_-_-_-_-_-_
"Bip, Wave, go start setting up the control room on the second floor," Keigo said, waving his hand. "Use the company card to order whatever monitors you need."
"Yes, boss!" they both said at the same time.
They quickly grabbed their notebooks and practically ran out of the room, totally energized.
CLICK.
The glass door shut.
It was just Keigo and Kaito left in the room.
Keigo leaned his elbows on the table. He looked at Kaito seriously.
"Alright," Keigo said. "The business side is great. But what about me? How do I actually fight better? I'm fast, but I don't have the raw punching power of someone like Endeavor or All Might. If I run into a heavy hitter, my feathers just bounce right off them."
Kaito nodded. He already thought about this.
"You want to hit harder," Kaito said. "But you can't."
Keigo blinked. "Okay. Honest."
"It's basic physics," Kaito explained calmly. "Force equals mass times acceleration. You have the acceleration. But you have bird bones, Keigo. Your feathers are light. You literally don't have the mass to punch through a brick wall. So, we change the equation."
"Change it how?"
"First concept," Kaito said, pulling out a pen and drawing a squiggly line on a notepad.
"Aerodynamics and drafting. Right now, you shoot your feathers in straight lines like bullets. That creates predictable wind drag."
"So what do I do?"
"Non-linear flight," Kaito pointed at his drawing. "Stop shooting them straight. Program your feathers to weave and draft off each other, exactly like racecars in a slipstream. If they fly in each other's wake, you remove the wind resistance. They will fly twice as fast, turning corners and striking villains from their blind spots without losing any speed."
Keigo looked down at the pen drawing.
He imagined a stream of feathers weaving through a crowded street, flying past civilians, and hitting a villain right in the back of the neck before they even blinked.
"Drafting..." Keigo muttered. "I never thought about flying them like that."
"Second concept," Kaito said. "Defense. You have hundreds of massive primary feathers, but you have thousands of tiny, soft down feathers near your back."
"Yeah, but they are too soft to cut anything," Keigo said, shrugging.
"You don't need to cut them," Kaito corrected. "You need to trap them. Localized vortexes."
"A what?"
"Take a thousand of your tiny down feathers," Kaito explained, making a circular motion with his hand. "Swirl them around a villain as fast as you can. Create a literal tornado. It's fluid dynamics. The wind resistance and the atmospheric pressure drop will create a vacuum cylinder."
Keigo's jaw actually dropped a little. He looked over his shoulder at his massive red wings.
"It sucks the oxygen out of the center just enough to make the villain dizzy," Kaito finished. "While the thick wall of swirling feathers completely locks them in place. They won't be able to see or move. It's a non-lethal capture method. Perfect for crowded areas where you can't throw big attacks."
"A tornado of feathers," Keigo whispered, totally amazed. "That's a total lockdown."
"And finally," Kaito said, leaning forward. "Information processing. You told me your feathers feel vibrations. Right now, you just feel noise. You have to train your brain to study acoustic resonance and seismic frequencies."
"Frequencies?"
"Yes," Kaito nodded. "Every material vibrates differently. A glass window shattering has a totally different seismic wave than concrete cracking. A human heartbeat is a rhythmic, low-frequency pulse. Learn the differences."
"....."
The room went totally quiet.
"If you can sort those frequencies in your head," Kaito said softly, "you can drop a feather into a collapsed building and immediately know if someone is alive under the rubble just by feeling their heartbeat."
Keigo stared at Kaito.
He realized what Kaito was doing. He wasn't just giving him better attacks.
He was applying hardcore real-world physics to completely hack his quirk to its absolute limit. Kaito was turning Keigo's brain into a city-wide sonar grid.
"HAHAHA"
Keigo threw his head back and laughed loudly.
"Arisaka, you are a freak!" Keigo laughed, standing up from his chair. "A total freak! I like it!"
Keigo walked over to the window, looking down at the sunny city of Fukuoka.
"Three months," Keigo smiled. His golden eyes were sharp and incredibly focused. "In three months, I'm going to make the Top Ten look like an absolute joke."
"And Keigo"
"Yeah?"
"Don't forget, I manage some of those heavy hitters too. You have a lot of catching up to do."
"...."
"...."
"Shi--"
_-_-_-_-_-_
Location: Tokyo – Edgeshot's Dojo
Date: Thursday | 04:00 PM
The air smelled like old wood and fresh green tea.
Shinya Kamihara, the Pro Hero known as Edgeshot, sat cross-legged on a traditional tatami mat.
The room was completely silent. He wore his blue and gray ninja hero costume. He was currently holding the Number Ten spot on the billboard charts.
He held a small ceramic cup, taking a slow sip of hot tea.
SLIDE.
The paper door to the dojo slid open quickly.
A man in a sharp business suit walked in. He was Edgeshot's agency manager.
He looked incredibly frustrated. He was holding a tablet in his hand.
"Kamihara-san," the manager said, bowing quickly. "I have bad news."
"Speak," Edgeshot said calmly, not opening his eyes.
"It's about Arisaka Kaito," the manager said, pacing the floor. "We sent the Golden Manager the massive contract offer just like you asked. We offered him double his usual rate. But we were too late."
Edgeshot slowly opened his eyes. "He declined?"
"He signed with Hawks," the manager sighed, rubbing his forehead. "The rookie down in Kyushu. They locked in a contract three days ago. Hawks completely snatched him up before our offer even hit his desk."
The manager looked angry. He expected Edgeshot to be annoyed.
They really needed an operational overhaul to push past the Number Ten spot.
Instead, Edgeshot just calmly poured himself another cup of tea.
"Hawks is fast," Edgeshot noted, his voice smooth and steady. "It makes sense he moved quickly. But speed is not the only way to win."
"Sir? What do we do now?" the manager asked. "Should we look for another consultant?"
"No," Edgeshot said simply.
He picked up his tea cup.
"Arisaka Kaito does not take permanent jobs," Edgeshot explained. "He only accepts short-term contracts. A true ninja understands the value of waiting in the shadows. We do not need to rush."
Edgeshot looked up at his manager. His eyes were sharp behind his mask.
"Prepare the funds," Edgeshot ordered quietly. "Keep our agency ready. In exactly ninety days, Hawks' contract will expire. And the moment it does... we strike first. That kid should have been waiting and following the Golden Manager for days."
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